Of Sweet Agonies and Pure Exaltations

Have you any idea how tormenting it is to really read and enjoy a damn good novel in the library?

After OP dry run in the morning, I had lunch with Marcus at Macs. Then he left for Band practice in TMS and I headed off to the library. As usual, I pulled out about 5 or 6 novels off the shelves before settling down on a comfortable couch to read. Today, I re-read Nora Roberts's Key Trilogy again for like the 4th or 5th time. And I promptly went insane. Cos yeah, it was so good. I wanted to laugh, I wanted to squeal, I wanted scream. But I couldn't, all because I was in the library.

It took a substantial amount of willpower to clamp my jaws shut, to quell the peals of laughter that threaten to burst forth from my throat, to curb it all and to wait for the moment of insanity to abate. There were even times where I had to bury my face in the pages of my novel to hide my effort of holding it all in. I tried not to laugh and I tried not to grin too widely. And in times like these, you usually end up distorting your face really badly.

And that was sweet agony for you. And now pure exaltation fights its way to be noticed.

I have finally finished writing Chapter 8 of Mademoiselle!! I am absolutely delighted, satisfied and as contented as a cat with a saucer of milk. After I got home from the library today, I wanted to edit Fate, the first story I'd ever written. But winglin.net was down, so I opened up my incomplete chapter 8 of Mademoiselle and decided to see if inspiration would strike me today.

But boy, did it strike me. It practically knocked me down flat.

But I'm happy. Yeah, I'm happy. Pure exaltation (:



Jane Austen says, "What are men compared to rocks and mountains?" in Pride & Prejudice.
I say, "What are men compared to books and novels?" (No offence to all my fellow male friends out there XP)